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Words resound in footsteps
To paint words with sound is an art.
"This is a profound statement. It reminds one of Rimbaud. Art is not only an interplay of senses or transformation from one to other, it is encompassing of the senses and meanings and associations into an entity from which will emerge a surprise like a butterfly from a chrysalis. Sound is very important not only for the music of poetry but for conveying the miracle of existence. In ancient Indian philosophy and aesthetics WORD was NadaBrahma. Nada means sound and Brahma means universe. Even today lots of yoga practitioners undergo elaborate training in exactly reciting verses of sacred texts. This is true in other religions also. Being an atheist I have no curiosity in exploring religious mysteries but what sound does in poetry has constantly been a process of learning while creating patterns of elaborate or simple meters, rhyming and evolving rhythms of speech even in blank verse.
It is this sound that defies translation. But the other language offers another set of sounds and a new perspective opens to view the painted words."
- Dileep Jhaveri (5.10.2012)
I mentioned Sorley Maclean earlier on. For years I was bewitched by the sound of poetry and the labyrinth of meaning and context simply evaded me. As a youth, I listened over and over again to a recording of the actress Siobhán McKenna reading Yeats and snatches of other Irish verse, in English and Irish.
And what about Richard Burton reading Under Milk Wood? You can here a link here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JgMRD84MTQY
Subconsciously, therefore, poetry came to represent an intoxication, a syllabic brew, a magic concoction to take one out of oneself into magical realms.And when Carlos Castenada wrote about A Separate Reality, it seemed that the shadowy worlds were more real than the 'real world'.
It is, perhaps, no wonder that my poetic path would one day merge with my own version of bhakti, the neo-bhakti poems found in my debut volume in English, Uttering Her Name, attached.
I had forgotten that Sorley MacLean was more than sound and fury! I am now in my sixties and it is time for me to become responsible - and responsive to social and political realities!
Gabriel Rosenstock
And what about Richard Burton reading Under Milk Wood? You can here a link here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JgMRD84MTQY
Subconsciously, therefore, poetry came to represent an intoxication, a syllabic brew, a magic concoction to take one out of oneself into magical realms.And when Carlos Castenada wrote about A Separate Reality, it seemed that the shadowy worlds were more real than the 'real world'.
It is, perhaps, no wonder that my poetic path would one day merge with my own version of bhakti, the neo-bhakti poems found in my debut volume in English, Uttering Her Name, attached.
I had forgotten that Sorley MacLean was more than sound and fury! I am now in my sixties and it is time for me to become responsible - and responsive to social and political realities!
Gabriel Rosenstock
Oct. 2012
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